My Son Called at Midnight About the Blanket His Wife Threw Away

Ethan watched while I spread it over the couch beside us.

Then he laid his son down on it, just for a second, one hand under the baby’s head, careful as prayer.

Robbie’s tiny fist opened.

Closed.

And held on to one blue star.

If this stayed with you, send it to somebody who’d get it.

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